Tattoo Consultation (x3)!!!

Yup, I got a tattoo at 15. And, it's horrible. No surprise. It was 1991. I picked it off the wall. A simple rose. There wasn't much else that didn't have skulls. The shop was in the back of a Harley store, with gold-by-the-inch sold in the front. The artist was just passing through on … Continue reading Tattoo Consultation (x3)!!!